Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2013 21:42:20 -0400
From: Felix <allfanged1@gmail.com>
Subject: "Nobody Cares About Taylor Hanson"

DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything
about the true sexuality of the celebrity mentioned or any personal
knowledge about their private lives. It is to be assumed that everything
the two adults in this story do is completely consensual.


Nobody Cares About Taylor Hanson


	It was late. The local bar, Tinted Windows, was just about to close
its doors for the night. Rain was pouring rain outside, and all the
regulars had long gone home.

	A thin blond man sat at the bar, slumped over, beer in hand,
sobbing softly. The bartenders and patrons all tried to ask him what was
wrong, but he just kept saying that they wouldn't care. "Nobody cares about
me," he said, "nobody cares about Taylor Hanson."

	Finally, shortly before 2 am, the bartender, Bill, told the man
that he had to go; the bar was closing. They were the only two left in the
place. The rain plopped drearily as the blond man stood, in a drunken
stupor.

	"Do you know who I am?" he asked sobbing.

	"No, I don't," Bill replied, "And I don't think I care. You said it
yourself: nobody cares."

	The man pointed a drunken finger at Bill, "I am Taylor," he stopped
to hiccup, "mother-fucking Hanson. TAYLOR HANSON!"

	"That's nice, `Taylor Hanson'," Bill said calmly, "I still don't
care."

	Taylor stopped to say something but fell short. Bill walked around
the bar to walk him out, but Taylor stopped him, collapsing into his chest,
sobbing. "Please..." he begged, "Don't make me go home alone."

	Bill pondered for a moment. This Taylor guy was kinda cute, though
incredibly drunk. Still...it could be fun.

	Finally, Bill said, "Fine, come home with me. But don't expect me
to be nice."

	Taylor leaned harder onto Bill, "You can do whatever you want; just
take me home with you."

	Bill smiled a wicked grin, "Sounds good to me, buddy."

	The two walked to Bill's car, and Bill drove off, the rain still
coming down.













	The two arrived at Bill's house and pulled into the driveway. The
rain was coming down harder than ever, and the two stood in the downpour as
Bill fumbled with his keys. By the time the two got inside, they were both
soaking wet. Bill led Taylor through the living room and upstairs toward
his bedroom. Turning a corner, the two stood in Bill's en suite.

	"Strip," Bill ordered, "get out of those clothes."

	Taylor cocked his head in confusion, sobriety slowly returning to
him. Bill repeated himself, "Strip! You're soaking wet!"

	Slowly, Taylor fiddled with his belt. Eventually, his fingers
plucked the buckle loose, and his pants slid down to his ankles. He pulled
his shirt off, his golden hair bouncing back into place. Taylor was left in
nothing but his favorite black briefs. Even those were wet, and he stood in
the bathroom shivering.

	"Those too," Bill insisted, "here, let me help you." He pulled
Taylor's briefs down, leaving him buck-naked and helpless in this strange
bartender's house. Bill stopped to admire Taylor's body. He was thin, and
his small frame was shivering in the cold. His cock stood at half-mast, as
if it too were recovering from the effects of alcohol. Bill smiled that
wicked smile, his pants getting tighter.

	"I'm freezing," Taylor whined, "Can I hop in the shower to warm
up?"

	"Yeah, in a minute," Bill patted his shoulder, "Just, uh, lemme do
one thing first."

	In one fluid motion, Bill slid his belt out from around his
waist. He peeled off his wet shirt, revealing a dark, hairy, chest. He had
a small gut on a stocky frame. His muscular arms glistened from the
rain. He slowly unbuttoned his pants and let them slide to his knees. He
quickly kicked them off and threw them in the pile of clothes by the
door. He stood in his bathroom, facing Taylor, his erection barely
contained by his white boxers. Slowly, he slid his boxers off, his cock
bouncing up to full attention as they fell to the floor.

	"Now, Mr. Hanson," Bill said softly, "Let's shower."

	Taylor's mind was still fuzzy. A part of him had always been
curious what it would be like to be with a man, but he would never dare act
on that curiosity. His wife, Natalie, could never know about this.

	"Sure," Taylor said, now only slightly buzzed, "But, one thing
before we do this."

	Bill looked confused, "What?"

	Taylor smiled, "I didn't catch your name."

	That wicked grin slid across Bill's face again. "Well, my friends
call me Bill. You can call me `Sir'."













	The two showered, the warm water gracefully cascading off of their
glistening bodies. Bill shook the water from his hairy chest and put his
hands around Taylor's shoulders. "Stand still." He ordered.

	Bill washed Taylor from head to toe, taking extra care in his more
sensitive areas. By the time he was done, Taylor was fully alert, as was
his dick.

	Bill stepped out of the shower, ordering Taylor to stay in. He
quickly turned the hot tap to off, drenching Taylor in icy cold water.

	Taylor screamed in shock and leapt out of the shower.  "What did
you do that for, Bill?"

	Bill smacked Taylor across the face, "I said call me `Sir'."

	Taylor felt knots in his stomach. Terrified and freezing, he asked,
"Why did you do that, S-Sir?"

	Bill smiled sweetly. "See how much nicer it is when you follow
instructions?" Taylor remained silent. Bill put his hand around Taylor's
thin waist, "Now, follow me."

	Bill's bedroom was dark, but he turned on a small light, casting an
eerie glow throughout the room. Bill opened a drawer and pulled out a small
piece of cloth. He walked behind Taylor and put it around his eyes,
blindfolding him. Taylor panicked momentarily, but Bill piped in before he
could speak, "I'm only going to say this once. You are only to speak if
spoken to, or I will gag you. Understood?"

	"Yes." Taylor replied nervously.

	"Yes what?" Bill snapped, smacking Taylor's ass.

	"Yes S-Sir." Taylor trembled.

	"Good. Now stand up straight and stand still. You're squirming."

	"I'm cold, sir."

	Bill snapped at Taylor, "What did I say?" he smacked his ass again,
"Did I say you could speak?"

	"No Sir."

	"Good. Now shut up. I don't want to gag you...yet."

	Taylor swallowed, hard, but he did as he was told. He listened as
Bill rummaged through a few more drawers. He heard a slight clinking sound,
and then he felt cold metal around his wrist. A moment later, his hands
were cuffed together, behind his back, leaving Taylor at Bill's mercy. Bill
placed a leather collar around Taylor's neck, locking it with the soft
`click' of a Master Lock. Bill tugged on Taylor's collar, leading him
toward the bed. He sat and ordered Taylor to kneel.

	"Good boy. Now open your mouth." Taylor obeyed, fearing the
worst. He felt something warm enter his mouth, but he couldn't tell
what. It was soft and slightly wet. It tasted almost...salty.

	Bill slowly slid his cock in and out of Taylor's mouth, moaning
ever so slightly with each thrust. "Mmmmm..." he mumbled happily. "You're a
good little cocksucker."

	Taylor perked up when he heard that, realizing the gravity of the
situation. At first, he panicked, but then...he gave into his natural
curiosities. He worked his tongue up and down Bill's cock, and Bill let out
a loud moan.

	"Stop, boy, stop!" Bill cried, "Or I'll shoot!"

	Taylor couldn't bring himself to stop, and soon, his mouth was
filled with Bill's cum. Bill fell back on the bed, exhausted, and order
Taylor to lick it all clean. Taylor followed his instructions, careful to
work his tongue into each and every crevice. Bill's cock remained at
attention.

Bill pushed Taylor away and stood him up, trying to regain his
authority. "You didn't follow my earlier instructions, boy. Now you'll have
to be punished."

"But Sir," Taylor cried, "You shot a load!"

	"And I wasn't ready for it!" Bill snarled at Taylor, smacking his
ass once again, harder this time. "And you spoke out of turn."

"But Si—" Bill cut him off. He shoved a ball gag in Taylor's mouth.

"But Sir nothing," Bill snapped, throwing Taylor face-down onto the bed,
"You didn't fucking listen."

Bill reached for a wooden paddle hanging on the wall. Carefully, he rubbed
it against Taylor's ass, teasing him. Taylor moaned softly through the gag,
but a swift smack from Bill told him to hush.

	Rhythmically, Bill smacked each side of Taylor's ass, and after a
few moments, Taylor picked his head up and grunted.

Bill smiled, "yes, that is the chorus of "This Time Around"."

Taylor rolled his eyes. Bill changed tempos. He rolled his eyes even harder
and tried to roll over on the bed.

"Not so fast, Tay," Bill pushed him back down, "I am playing "MMMBop", but
I can still Bop you." He flicked Taylor's nose and went back to his
percussions.

Taylor's ass was sore and glowing with a warm red blush. He moaned through
the gag, on the brink of tears from the pain.

Bill stopped and walked around the bed. Facing Taylor, he asked, "Are you
ready for me?"

Taylor looked up at him, fear in his eyes.

	Bill crawled onto the bed next to Taylor, who was still lying on
his belly. He reached for a bottle of lube and smeared the clear, sticky
gel all over his fingers. He worked his way in and out of Taylor, first one
finger, then two, then three...until he was wrist deep. Taylor moaned
through the gag, his cock ready to explode as it pressed harder into the
firm mattress beneath him. Bill reached for a condom, his right hand still
deep inside Taylor, and tore open the package with his teeth. He applied it
with his left hand, applied more lube, and he slowly inserted himself.

Taylor screamed into the gag, from pain and pleasure; his body wasn't ready
for Bill's cock. His body relaxed, and soon Bill was thrusting away as both
of them moaned in ecstasy.

	Finally, Bill shot his load, his second of the night, and collapsed
on top of Taylor, who was drenched in sweat and leaking precum.

"That, my dear Hanson, was fucking fantastic."

Taylor remained silent.

	"Here, boy," Bill removed the gag from Taylor's mouth, "You may now
speak freely... But choose your words wisely."

Taylor swallowed and flexed his jaw. Finally, he spoke. "Please, Sir, may I
cum?"

Bill smiled smugly, "I think that can be arranged." He grabbed Taylor by
the hips and flipped him over, exposing his leaking cock, aching for
release.

Bill, his fingers still lubed, fiddled around inside Taylor while he sucked
him off. His tongue worked its up and down his shaft, tickling and teasing
the head of his cock. Taylor moaned in delight, begging Bill to never, ever
stop. Finally, Taylor reared his head back and exploded into Bill's
mouth. Bill pulled his head up, mouth shut, from Taylor's cock. He leaned
in toward Taylor's mouth, and Taylor eagerly puckered his lips, expecting a
long kiss from his captor. Instead, Bill put his lips up to Taylor's and
spat his load into his mouth.

	"It's okay, Taylor. Really...you can keep it." He laughed a little
laugh and twisted Taylor's right nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

	Taylor yelped and asked, "Am I free to go now, Sir?"

	Bill laughed sarcastically, "Now why would I do that?"

	Taylor panicked, "But, Sir, I have a wife and kids at home! They'll
be worried sick!"

	Bill just shook his head. "Taylor, Taylor, Taylor... You of all
people should know."

	"Know what, Sir?"

	Bill stopped, shot him a look and simply stated, "Nobody cares
about Taylor Hanson."